I' am a little bit worried about all of the immigrants that are immigrating to New Zealand.
I' am worried about the population, for one thing as people just keep on immigrating and immigrating when is it all going to stop? We are having far to many people emigrating over to New Zealand that if this carries on New Zealand could become over populated.
Ever since the Europeans came the Maori have been taken over and they have completely lost the control that they had over New Zealand. They are also having to change all of there ways of living ever since settlers have come over. Many of the Maori are getting the diseases that the Europeans have brought over and are getting sick.
My other concern is that with all these trees getting cut down to make houses are damaging our native areas because New Zealand is a beautiful country and with lots of native bush and native animals, but soon we are not going to have any animals left because they would have all fled and probably died.
Well Governor Grey all I can say is that you need really need to draw a line other wise this beautiful country is just going to be as polluted and over populated as England.
Yours Sincerely
Georgia Power.
My Old Person
I used to love to visit my Grandad he was my special friend. He used to take me to the park and push me on the swings. He would take me to the pond at the park and let me feed the ducks. And sometimes when it was cold and wet we would bake biscuits and put the fire on and he would tell me his stories. I would look up into his kindly old face with its wrinkles and sunspots and wait patiently as he would decide which story he was going to tell me today.
He told me about the war and how it was the worst memory he has. He said that he got very homesick at war, how his friends were dying, how he missed home, and home cooking because the food was really bad there. He said that he remembered one time, someone special sent him a whole block of chocolate. He said that he only took a tiny bite every day to save it and he said it was the best chocolate he had ever had. Sometimes Grandad would get a bit carried away in his stories because he would suddenly stop and say that it was time for bed.
In the morning he would get up put in his fluffy checked slippers, his woolen jersey, his stripy pants and then we would go down to breakfast. Grandad was really good at making pikelets he would make them into different shapes for me in the frying pan.
Grandad has many cats. I liked to ask him which one was his favorite and he said he liked the fluffy tabby one called Mary because when he was feeling lonely Mary would come and jump into his lap and purr.
I asked Grandad why he has so many wrinkles he said that it was from smiling to much.
Grandad was married to Grandma. I never knew Grandma, she died when I was a baby. I asked Grandad if he missed Grandma and he said that he always did but knew that he would see her soon, I didn't know what he meant by that.
I didn't like it when I had to go home. I didn't like leaving Grandad on his own. Grandad looked sadder than usual the last time we said our goodbyes and when we pulled out of the drive way I was almost certain that I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
Mum said that I wasn't allowed to visit Grandad for awhile she said he was sick at the moment. I didn't really mind because I knew that he would get better.
But Grandad didn't get better, he got sicker and sicker. A while later Mum got a phone call. She told me that Grandad was going to die. I cried and cried.
She said that I was allowed to visit him one last time. I went to the hospital with Mum and she took me up to Grandad's room. The hospital wasn't as nice as Grandad's warm snuggly house. Grandad was so happy to see me but he looked sadder and was connected to all these funny cords.
I spent the rest of the day at the hospital talking with Grandad. He was telling me about when he had proposed to Grandma and remembering how her face lit up at the sound of the words, when suddenly he reached up around his neck and took off the silver cross necklace that has been there as long as I can remember. He pulled my hand in and put the necklace in my hand and curled my fingers over top. He told me in a quiet husky voice that this had been Grandma's and that he wanted me to have it. I gave him a big hug and whispered I love you in his ear. He said, 'why don't you go show you mother, and then come back,' and So I did. But when I got back to Grandad's room, Grandad wasn't looking at me, he had his eyes closed. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “Grandad wake up”! But Grandad didn't wake up. He was dead. I sat by Grandad's bed and cried.
Grandad's funeral was the next day it was very sad.
I looked at the special necklace he had given me and turned it over in my hands.Then I looked up at the clouds, and I knew that my special friend was up there somewhere watching over me.
By Georgia Power.
Persecuted Chinese:
The Chinese cultural revolution when the China leader who wanted his people to live in the country and have a simple peasant life, if they were wealthy or didn't do as the leader wished they would get shot.
After talking to a friend I would like to change my statement on the refugee's I disagree with the statement about to many refugee's coming into New Zealand Because they have been forced out of their country with no where to go and they deserve a chance to begin a new life for themselves in a new country.
Dear Governor Grey,
I' am a little bit worried about all of the immigrants that are immigrating to New Zealand.
I' am worried about the population, for one thing as people just keep on immigrating and immigrating when is it all going to stop? We are having far to many people emigrating over to New Zealand that if this carries on New Zealand could become over populated.
Ever since the Europeans came the Maori have been taken over and they have completely lost the control that they had over New Zealand. They are also having to change all of there ways of living ever since settlers have come over. Many of the Maori are getting the diseases that the Europeans have brought over and are getting sick.
My other concern is that with all these trees getting cut down to make houses are damaging our native areas because New Zealand is a beautiful country and with lots of native bush and native animals, but soon we are not going to have any animals left because they would have all fled and probably died.
Well Governor Grey all I can say is that you need really need to draw a line other wise this beautiful country is just going to be as polluted and over populated as England.
Yours Sincerely
Georgia Power.
My Old Person
I used to love to visit my Grandad he was my special friend.
He used to take me to the park and push me on the swings. He would take me to the pond at the park and let me feed the ducks. And sometimes when it was cold and wet we would bake biscuits and put the fire on and he would tell me his stories.
I would look up into his kindly old face with its wrinkles and sunspots and wait patiently as he would decide which story he was going to tell me today.
He told me about the war and how it was the worst memory he has.
He said that he got very homesick at war, how his friends were dying, how he missed home, and home cooking because the food was really bad there. He said that he remembered one time, someone special sent him a whole block of chocolate. He said that he only took a tiny bite every day to save it and he said it was the best chocolate he had ever had.
Sometimes Grandad would get a bit carried away in his stories because he would suddenly stop and say that it was time for bed.
In the morning he would get up put in his fluffy checked slippers, his woolen jersey, his stripy pants and then we would go down to breakfast.
Grandad was really good at making pikelets he would make them into different shapes for me in the frying pan.
Grandad has many cats. I liked to ask him which one was his favorite and he said he liked the fluffy tabby one called Mary because when he was feeling lonely Mary would come and jump into his lap and purr.
I asked Grandad why he has so many wrinkles he said that it was from smiling to much.
Grandad was married to Grandma.
I never knew Grandma, she died when I was a baby.
I asked Grandad if he missed Grandma and he said that he always did but knew that he would see her soon, I didn't know what he meant by that.
I didn't like it when I had to go home. I didn't like leaving Grandad on his own.
Grandad looked sadder than usual the last time we said our goodbyes and when we pulled out of the drive way I was almost certain that I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
Mum said that I wasn't allowed to visit Grandad for awhile she said he was sick at the moment. I didn't really mind because I knew that he would get better.
But Grandad didn't get better, he got sicker and sicker.
A while later Mum got a phone call. She told me that Grandad was going to die.
I cried and cried.
She said that I was allowed to visit him one last time.
I went to the hospital with Mum and she took me up to Grandad's room.
The hospital wasn't as nice as Grandad's warm snuggly house.
Grandad was so happy to see me but he looked sadder and was connected to all these funny cords.
I spent the rest of the day at the hospital talking with Grandad. He was telling me about when he had proposed to Grandma and remembering how her face lit up at the sound of the words, when suddenly he reached up around his neck and took off the silver cross necklace that has been there as long as I can remember. He pulled my hand in and put the necklace in my hand and curled my fingers over top.
He told me in a quiet husky voice that this had been Grandma's and that he wanted me to have it. I gave him a big hug and whispered I love you in his ear.
He said, 'why don't you go show you mother, and then come back,' and So I did.
But when I got back to Grandad's room, Grandad wasn't looking at me, he had his eyes closed.
I walked over to him and whispered in his ear, “Grandad wake up”!
But Grandad didn't wake up. He was dead.
I sat by Grandad's bed and cried.
Grandad's funeral was the next day it was very sad.
I looked at the special necklace he had given me and turned it over in my hands.Then I looked up at the clouds, and I knew that my special friend was up there somewhere watching over me.
By Georgia Power.
Persecuted Chinese:
The Chinese cultural revolution when the China leader who wanted his people to live in the country and have a simple peasant life, if they were wealthy or didn't do as the leader wished they would get shot.
After talking to a friend I would like to change my statement on the refugee's I disagree with the statement about to many refugee's coming into New Zealand Because they have been forced out of their country with no where to go and they deserve a chance to begin a new life for themselves in a new country.